I
I walk into a black room and I see a crying ghost.She speaks to me and says something backwards. And
as she witnesses me being perplexed she cries again
this time speaking sorrow to my death. I boil the
moonlight and sitting on pang and watching the night
bleed. I look back to see my dead shadow. AS he lays
there I enter the world of wonder. I look through a
window and see me dying ina way that wasn't meant to
be. The sun turns cold. I levitate going up to hell. I see a
face that looks familiar... Whit and pale, it was the same
ghost I seen before, but this time I see more clearer that
that ghost was me... I sit and talk to my own ghost.
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